"Fist of Shadow… I-I…" Shen exhaled, quite breathless, and completely unsure of what to say.

Akali's body clearly moved along with Shen's thrusts, her back arched almost completely. She punctuated her movements with sharp gasps and clear moans, unmindful of the sweat and tears that cast a sheen over her figure. Normally she would chasten herself for such uncouth behaviour—being a proud keeper of Balance, and all— but with her body feeling as light as it did at that moment, she felt that she could afford herself more freedom than she usually did.

Besides, for once, they were truly alone. The Order never watched the Rituals.

Moaning without restraint, Akali had no inkling about how her reactions—and subsequently, the sight of her body—affected Shen's person. The male ninja felt just about ready to burst, to give in to the tension within him demanding—although he was not aware of it yet— stimulation and release. He wasn't quite sure how to go about it, and was just about ready to ask, when Akali, herself, interrupted his thrusts with her own hands, coughing out a "S-Shen…! P-please stop…!"

Akali looks toward him, unable to really see through her own haze, "No… no more…"

Shen suddenly tensed, his arousal momentarily taking a backseat, "Have I done something wrong, Fist of Shadow?"

Akali knowingly smiled at his show of concern, the bright flush in her face and the light reflecting off of her lubricated body suddenly causing a slight jolt to run up his manhood.

"No… Sorry if I worried you, my Lord," I see we're back to this…, "I suddenly felt like I was going to lose control… It felt… dangerous."

Shen placed his hands on his knees once more, sighing internally, Something tells me we should not have stopped. "Fist of Shadow…"

He noticed Akali not rushing to cover herself or to even rise from her… open position, "Yes, my Lord?"

The corner of Shen's mouth twitched in a quick smile, "Don't stop yourself, next time."

Shen's eyes danced over Akali's body, noting the parts where her hair sticks to her wet skin. Despite the presence of his mask, Akali heated up under the male ninja's gaze, "H-how do you know this, my Lord…?"

"I think it was in class, Fist of Shadow."

Upon uttering those words, Shen found himself more courage and resolve. He lifted himself into a kneel and unwrapped the fundoshi covering his loins. Akali mouths a silent "ah," as she takes in the sight of a(n almost) completely naked Shen.

Akali lies flat against the bed, averting her flushed face from Shen's ever-watchful eyes, "S-shall we…?"

This time, she clearly hears Shen sigh.

The female ninja sits up in a rush, feeling small tendrils of dread cling to her. She wonders what could possibly have caused her stoic male counterpart to display a distinct sign of his displeasure.

"S-Sh—My Lord…?"

Shen stared down at his hands, as he slightly clenched them against his knees, "When my father died… I promised myself never to remove this mask— where others were sure to see me— until… the day when I finally avenge his death, and subsequently restore true balance, comes." his breathing once again levelled, Shen was almost unreadable again, "It was made as a promise to regain our honor. As my master's son. As the Kinkou's Eye of Twilight."

Akali allows herself a breath, at least it wasn't about her. She had expected the mask to stay on, anyway, but admittedly, she was more than a little disappointed, "I understand, my Lord."

"But— "

The female ninja suddenly perks up, her full attention directed towards whatever Shen was going to say next.

"Once again, I apologize for having brought you into my personal matters as the Eye of Twilight," Akali notices him tuck his chin in slightly—it was subtle, but she could clearly read the hesitation it entails, "and I am aware that you did not wish to be here—" the female ninja was more than ready to interrupt her counterpart's sentiments, but acquiesced, sensing that there was more to be said, "Fist of Shadow… for allowing my selfishness, for agreeing to aid me in maintaining my balance, and for all that you've been for me since the days of our training…" Akali tenses up in more than just a little bit of shock, as the exalted Eye of Twilight bows his head to level with his knees, kowtowing towards her naked form, "you deserve much better than this."

And without yet lifting his head from the ground, he reaches up and removes his mask.

Shen calmly sits back up, his legs neatly tucked underneath him. In a strange tribute to the beginning of the ritual, both were once again seated in front of the other, once again overwhelmed and unmoving, once again painfully conscious of the tension conquering the air between them. However, unlike the first instance where both were robed in the layers of their ceremonial attires and their hidden emotions; this time, both were completely and unabashedly bare.

Akali could hardly breathe properly, much less form coherent thoughts that she could perhaps say in order to break their standstill. She had not seen his face since his father was torn from his life.

Before this moment, the last expression she saw on his visage was a twisted display of pure grief and murderous rage—and even then, it had also been ages since she had seen any kind of expression alight on his face since the Takanu.

Neither had noticed that they had been unable to tear their own gaze from each other; Akali taking in all of the scars and all of the details she had missed over the years, and Shen truly seeing all of the
female ninja with nothing but his own two eyes, for the first time in more years than he had cared to count.

Akali counted something like 10 years since the last time she had seen his face, and evidently, he had aged so much since then, and quite well, at that. Shen kept his dark hair short and relatively tidy, not one strand obscuring his firm jawline, his almond eyes, his tall nose, his dry lips—his face—from her view. He had quite a prominent scar running from his right eyebrow, along the bridge of his nose and down to the left corner of his mouth. She could still remember when that was fresh, but before that moment, had almost forgotten it was even there. As expected from a face never visited by emotion, Shen did not have any lines or wrinkles, save for the slight age lines under his eyes. Akali softened upon realizing that those lines were the only hint that Shen was still somehow affected by the burdens he carries and suppresses on a daily basis.

Shen, being a ninja of high esteem, prided himself on his astute senses, being able to sense the slightest movements, the smallest details; he honed his skills everyday, after all. Shen definitely could not deny how alien and disconcerting the world would feel to him without his mask his on, but with all of his sharp senses focused on the woman sitting before him, he hardly even noticed. Akali was a mercenary, a strong, vicious assassin for the Kinkou, but… has she always been this small? Her toned body betrayed her petite form, but the firm muscles only served to emphasize her assets even more. Borne out of habit, her proud posture only seemed to taunt him by having her otherwise humble breasts thrust towards him. Sitting down, the weight gathered around her wide hips only made her smooth thighs seem much more… plump, then they normally were.

The expressions dancing on her face was only one of the cherries on his cake; Shen was not fully aware of it himself, but he greatly enjoyed the sight of her bare, unblemished, caramel skin. Akali would otherwise bare her battle scars proudly— especially with her many revealing uniforms— but she only showed none because she truly had none to display. This only pleased Shen further, her perfect skin being evidence of how truly fearsome her skill was at stealth and assassination. To him, she was absolutely perfect— arousing from head to toe. So deep was he in his observation of her that he had let his gaze follow a single drop of sweat that originated from her hairline slide along her flushed face, drop from her small chin, land lightly on the inner side of her breast, and continue a trail along her toned stomach until it followed the slight curve at her navel and ultimately disappeared in the crevice between her legs.

Akali interrupted their shared reverie with a slight laugh, shyly averting her eyes from Shen once more.

"What is the matter, Fist of Shadow?"

Akali only answered by pointing her gaze at his nethers, which had gradually grown in size somewhere during their staring contest, and looked away once more, smiling slightly all the while.

Shen sat in silence for a few more moments, actually unsure of what to say next. Fortunately, Akali remedied the situation for him, "I guess you're more than ready now, my Lord?"

Shen breathed out a moderately amused, "Yes." How absurd is it to suddenly become nervous again when just a few moments ago, their bodies were undeniably… intimate?

As if to test the situation, Shen cautiously began to lean towards Akali, watching her face as she responds to him by reclining backwards at the same pace. He moved over to her, unwittingly closing the distance between their sexes. Shen audibly exhaled at the sensation of his hardness making contact with Akali's soft lower lips.

He held his steadfast erection in one hand and steadily guided it along Akali's slit, earning a surprised gasp from the female ninja. Shen found her entrance with ease, having been quite familiar with her wetness just moments earlier. He gathered more resolve and relief to find it just as dripping as he had left it. Tentatively, he made sure by gently pushing the tip of himself against her. Shen clenched a fist against the futon as he feels her burning, wet heat.

"A-are you…," Shen smiled slightly, his throat bobbing imperceptibly to indicate his hesitation, "…ready?"

This time, Akali found herself unable to tear her gaze away from him, no matter how flustered she was progressively becoming. She moved her hand down on the futon, deliberately ghosting her fingers over Shen's tensed knuckles. Shen was also watching her face intently, hoping for clues or outright answers, attentive to the emotions and sensations Akali displayed on her visage. However, he only felt himself throb when she gave him a wide, nervous smile.

"Yes, my Lord. Don't hesitate… Yes."

Feeling his apprehension dissipate, Shen placed a hand on Akali to steady himself, lightly touching his thumb to her clitoris. With a drawn out breath, Shen inches himself in, reeling from the intense stimulation he felt upon nudging his tip against her entrance's warm softness. After briefly pushing against some resistance, Shen suddenly felt the head of himself slide in. He hissed against Akali's soft groans, continuing to read her body for her reaction.

Akali squeezed her eyes shut for a fleeting moment, furrowing her brows as a sound escapes her tightly closed mouth.

"F-Fist of Shadow, are you alright?" Shen almost stammered out. Despite the flurry of sensations assaulting her, Akali found herself amused to know that Shen could still be flustered somehow. And she noted, pleasantly, that despite his reservations, Shen had not at all tried to remove himself from her.

Akali's eyes fluttered open, she gazes gently at Shen's face, giving him a weak smile, "Yes… go on…"

With a slight nod, Shen, noting Akali's deep and heavy breathing, continued with another inch of him inside her. Akali failed to suppress a small, quivering moan as she pressed herself harder against the mats.

"Fist of Shadow…," Shen whispered, battling the maddening tension that was starting to build inside him. Akali could sense the worry and concern through his half-lidded eyes, fluttering as he tried to ground himself by firmly holding onto her hips.

"…I-I told you I was o-okay, didn't I… my Lord?"

Gaining resolve from Akali's reassurance, Shen continued to push himself all the way in. Akali tensed considerably, her head digging deeper into Shen's lone pillow as her back arches in full. It felt more… strange, as she puts it, than painful, being stretched like she had never been before. "Ah…!" She let out a short groan, feeling his tip pressing against her boundary.

"Fist of Shadow…!" Shen's unoccupied hand was clenched tightly against the sheets, his mind battling furiously to maintain his wavering balance.

"How does it feel for you… m-my Lord…?"

Shen looked up at her, his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes slightly narrowed, his face alighted upon by the faintest of blushes, and immediately, Akali knew the answer. Still, she wanted to hear him say it himself.

"I-is it not to your liking…?"

Shen, preferring to answer questions with as clear of a mind as possible, figured that he should at least escape her tight, maddening wetness before he can properly give her his answer. However, the exit was nothing like what either of them were expecting.

As most of the length of his shaft slid out of Akali, the unbelievable heat and friction from the tightness of her dripping walls forced brief, but clearly pleasured moans out of the both of them.

Shen, not missing a beat, breathed out a husky, "Yes." He swallowed, following his answer with a, "This… this feels… good."

"Shen," Akali whispered, gently placing both of her hands on Shen's knees, where her own legs were currently resting, "Don't hold back."

The male ninja, at first completely taken aback by Akali's contact, suddenly felt himself unable to suppress a genuine smile. He placed his own hands on Akali's hips, his erection already positioned against her, "Do not expect anything less, Akali." And with the surprise at him using her given name still fresh on her face, Shen gives her something else to think about as he unflinchingly drives himself inside her.

"Sh-Shen!" The intense and sudden nature of his entry forced a single, clear moan from Akali. Taking her cue, Shen's hips began to steadily undulate against her own, the torturously slow but steady movement causing his shaft to enter and exit her at an equally torturous pace. The initial surge of pleasure came as quite a rude shock to the seasoned male ninja, but as he began to become accustomed to the sensations, Shen was slowly gaining full control of his faculties.

Akali, however, was in no such position; the sheer intensity of the pleasure Shen gave her ravaged at her body. The female ninja could not even form coherent thoughts, she felt his girth, his length, his heat in exclusively one part of herself, but the steadily building speed and strength of his thrusts caused waves of mirthful numbness to flow into every part of her body. Akali did not know what to do with herself at all, her hands clutched at the sheets beneath her, bracing herself futilely against Shen's relentlessness. Unable to think, unable to move, Akali was forced to receive everything Shen could give her.

Akali's whimpered moans hung in the air, accompanied by the steady of rhythm of skin slapping against skin. Shen, deciding to experience their union to the fullest, firmly held onto Akali's hips and began thrusting himself as deeply and as vigorously as he could. He was still careful not to hurt the female ninja, but he knew also that Akali was not one so unused to a bit of manhandling. Akali's muffled screams began to sound a little less muffled, and Shen immediately understood he was doing things right.

"F-Fist of Shadow—I!" Shen, suddenly caught off-guard by a sudden spike in the pleasure he thought he was getting accustomed to, continued on with his strong, swift pace, not exactly sure on how to deal with the build-up he was experiencing. He could not expect any advice from Akali either, as all the sounds coming out of her mouth consisted only of moans and his name. Curiously, Shen glances at their point of connection—the view that greeted him only served to drive him over the edge.

Akali was closed so tightly around him, the sight alone could already make him feel her walls against him. Each time he exited, Akali's unyielding flesh forced her body to follow him forward, only to be pushed back again by a deep thrust. He wouldn't even be able to escape her at all if it weren't for the fluids gushing out of her softness. Watching his dark, throbbing erection violate her beautiful pink lips over and over consumed Shen with a pleasure he did not know he could feel.

With a grunt through gritted teeth, the Eye of Twilight came.

Shen initially continued his movements through his orgasm, but he eventually found himself overcome with a flood of pleasure greater and far more intense than all the others combined. He gasped as he shook to his very core, feeling himself release all of his suppressed— almost painful—tension inside of Akali's welcoming orifice.

"Sh-Shen… Shen…" Akali whispered his name as she felt herself filling up with warmth unlike any other. She sighed as Shen slid out of her, suddenly feeling incomplete. She felt as if Shen had burrowed a hole inside of her that could only be plugged up—satiated—by Shen himself. Fortunately for her, there was still a pleasure far more powerful and overwhelming to experience.

Shen would have started to return to his senses had he not made the mistake of staring at his handiwork; Akali's legs were still spread far apart, weak and heavy, allowing him an overly alluring view of her ravished womanhood. As he looked on, some of his seed suddenly gushed out of her entrance, leaking from her and staining his already drenched sheets. Akali's bosom heaved slowly and deeply; no longer having to suppress her voice, her mouth was wide open, her labored breathing and occasional whimpers only serving to spur him further. A sheen of slick sweat covered her entire, quivering body, except, of course, for her beautifully reddened crotch and thighs, which was coated not only by sweat, but by her own womanly juices, and now, also by his own thick semen.

"A-aah… you… you finished, didn't you… Shen?" Akali intoned, lightly touching some of Shen's seed on her thighs.

"I… finished?"

"Y-you came—released… I'm glad for it," Akali smiles slightly, "This is what I was told that should happen here…"

"Hm," Shen considers her quietly, "Did you… also… finish?"

Akali didn't think she could be any more flushed than she already was, but her face reddened further anyway, "A-ah…! I-I don't know… to be honest…"

Shen's mood dampened slightly; when he finished he definitely, undeniably knew he finished. If Akali did not know whether or not she did, he was quite sure she did not at all.

"Fist of Shadow?"

"Y-yes, Eye of Twilight?" Akali perked up at how firm and clear Shen's voice was once again.

"I have decided I am not finished after all."

"E-ehh…? M-my Lord, I… a-aah—!"

And without another word, Shen descended upon Akali once more.


hrrgghh. Expect no continuations, but hope for the best! HAHAHA

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and wow this just took a while, it definitely isn't easy to write about things you hardly have firsthand experience of hohoho :3333

til the next time! (if there is one, it's definitely Shen trying out... all kinds of things HAHAHA yeeaaaahhhh I never denied this fic is basically gratuitous porn~)